Okay, admittedly, what was said at this juncture was
directed to no one and almost under Mom’s
breath.

Just not enough
under her breath: “I sure hope Mrs. (name-withheld-because-we-don’t-want-this-to-happen-again-EVER.
Or NWBWDWTTHAE, for short) doesn’t choose to sit here. This antique chair
of mother’s is pretty delicate and she is so heavy.”

FYI. Just because kids don’t appear to be listening, it
doesn’t follow that they aren’t.

Moving on . . .

Little sister was well within hearing.

And understanding.

And . . . eeep . . . recording.

A short time later, the ladies started arriving. Including
the aforementioned NWBWDWTTHAE.

The woman hovered uncertainly near the previously-discussed
chair.

And that’s when little sister took it upon herself to save
the day. Swooping in quickly, she smiled at the woman. “You can’t sit here,”
she said in her most authoritative voice. “Because you’re too fat.”

I know you’ve had those occasions when you spoke without
thinking. Or when something you said was repeated to the wrong person.

When the embarrassment is so thick and deep you want to just
sink through the floor.

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Diane was born and raised on one of the last of the great old Southern Alberta ranches. A way of life that is fast disappearing now. Through her memories and stories, she keeps it alive. And even, at times, accurate . . .